Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MC5. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Rakim,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Japan,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.